Of course one could ask, What options? . . .
Imposing complexity on a single piece of prose
as if the flat darkness
demands a gathering of sorts . . .
You are now here . . . on your way there . . .
The permutations of if drone on
debulking the synthesizers and spandex
of a second Stone Age
at times engaging the rhapsodic
with a view from within . . .
risking enormity with its attendant salads and sadness
yellowed pages of indecipherable scribbles
appear late at night at the foot of your bed . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |